Rae sucked in a breath, her hips shifting as he slowed his thrusting. But she remained silent.
He dropped his voice to a rich timbre. “Say it, Rae.” His fingers in her pussy had stopped moving entirely, this thumb barely ghosting over her throbbing clit. “Say it, and I’ll make you –”
“Sir!”she hissed through clenched teeth. “I swear if you don’t –”
Titus pinched her clit, and that was all it took for her body to submit to him for the second time. Every muscle tensed, her cry so loud he was sure the entire floor heard the way she exploded. Satisfaction pooled in his chest, and he finally pulled his fingers free from her pussy, sitting back on his heels as she turned her head, her face a picture. Her hair was a mess, cheeks flushed, and lips still swollen from his kiss.
Mine,his beast grumbled in his head.
No.
Titus eased back, letting her calm herself as he reached the small, compact bathroom, finding a suitable cream in the mirror above the sink. She hadn’t moved an inch, still half hanging over the headboard in nothing but her thong.
“You’re an arsehole.”
Titus’s right hand bracketed her throat, his thumb brushing over her pulse. Her eyes narrowed over her shoulder, but she didn’t fight the hold. “Next time you try to kill me,” he warned, forcing a neutral tone. “I won’t let you off so easily.” He released her, only to sit at the edge of the bed.
“Next time,” she said as he unscrewed the cap of the aloe vera cream. “You’ll be too dead to care.” She snatched it from his hand, moving to stand.
Titus watched her struggle, her body continuing to tremble from the aftermath of her orgasms. His cock ached, every movement painful as he denied his own release. Her eyes dipped to the strained denim.
“You gonna deal with that?” she asked, brow raised.
“No.” He had no interest in a mate, on binding himself to another. Not even to save him from his curse. If he fucked her, he wasn’t confident he’d stop at just sex. He was scared he’d take it all, her mind, body and soul.
“What time is it?” she asked, pulling on a flowing skirt and attaching a holster and sheath beneath, one on each thigh. “Hello? Earth to Titus.”
Titus blinked, realising he was staring. “Early, you only slept for a few hours.”
“We,” she muttered. “Weonly slept for a few hours, considering I found you in my bloody bed.”
“What did you want me to do?” he asked, enjoying her frustration, her eyes no longer clouded in pleasure. “You were whimpering in your sleep.”
Her mouth gaped, letting out an exaggerated gasp. “I didnotwhimper!”
“Like a child,” he added, glancing down at his phone. “Now are you done complaining, or are you ready to break into the Guildmaster’s office?”
Chapter16
Rae
They were going to get caught. She knew it just like she knew the sun set every dusk, only to come back the following dawn. She just had to figure out a way to not be sold to another guild, one who wasn’t as accepting of her mistakes.
“The cameras are on loop,” Titus said, as if he could sense her unease. “And your Guildmaster’s currently locked in her bedroom.”
“With the special lock in the door?” she asked with a frown. Locks Rae wasn’t even aware of existing, hidden and controlled by Vivian herself. Rae wasn’t sure why the knowledge had surprised her.
“Yes,” he replied with a touch of impatience. As if she’d asked the question thousands of times, when in reality, it was only three. “The locks are across the floor, but I can only override one at a time.”
“With your hacking skills?”
Titus’s face may have been as cool as ice, but she saw the irritation in the slight narrowing of his eyes, and subtle clench of his jaw. She would have teased him about showing a reaction other than blatant insouciance indifference if she wasn’t already concentrating on not being caught. The timer aching on her sternum was a constant reminder that she was on a deadline, which meant Titus magic-fucking-fingers Liu Wood was also on a deadline.
Rae walked them down the hallway towards Vivian’s quarters, hoping the Guildmaster was still asleep. “Through here,” she whispered, turning back to see Titus following close behind. He was all black and sharp angles against the pink tones and soft textures, a juxtaposition that worked surprisingly well.
Or that could have been the post-orgasm hormones speaking.
“So what are you going to do about the ward?” She pointed to the carved symbols surrounding the office door in a pretty arch.
